I have awoken to birdsong
And lain awake
Until sleep takes me again.
I measure time
With clocks. Birds and flowers
No not hours,
Nor do they see me
Conversing with time
In a half rhyming rhyme
Until my song is done.
When I found naughty Miss Rose
Sleeping nude under my new bedclothes,
I said, “my dear,
The bishop draws near,
You’d better stay under those bedclothes!”.
There once was a very lonely IT guy
Who fell in love with an AI.
It’s name being Fay
They married in May
In the cloud as it floated by.
There was a young lady named Wong
Who sang many a very sad song.
When they said, “sing something glad!”,
She whacked them with her handbag,
Which was very wrong of Miss Wong!
When a pretty young lady named May
Knocked on my door on Valentines Day,
And my dear old wife Claire
Screamed, “are you having an affair!”,
I turned to my sweet mistress Fay …
Birds outside my window
Visit me today.
But they
Never stay.
Young women go
By on the street.
Their stilettoed feet
Tick tock like clocks.
And I rhyme
Of old Father Time
And clocks
That stop.
When a nubile young lady named White
Invited me out on Saint Valentine’s Night,
Miss Nell came as well
With the most Reverend Bell,
And the waitress she wore Angel Delight!
In constant scrolling
We find Gradgrind,
Doling
Out the same
Diet
Of pleasure and pain
To the unquiet mind.
When my friend the good vicar Ray
Knelt, and said, “let us all pray”.
Sinful Miss Coral
Did something immoral.
And the ambassador urged diplomacy on Ray!
When a vicious young man of Bristol
Threatened me with his rapier and pistol,
A girl named Lake
Distracted him with cake,
And I whacked him with Miss Crystal!
K Morris - Poet 